When I was growing up, I never got to sleep in my parent’s bed. If you woke up in the middle of the night and you went into their room, my Mom would just take you right back to your own bed. The only time I was allowed in their bed was occasionally during the day to watch TV and sometimes in the evenings just before bed we would pile up in their with my Mom and Dad. Because those were the exceptions and not the norm, my parent’s bed was such a treat. I remember thinking it was so soft and so nice and so special when I got to get in there.
With Bean, we’ve done basically the same thing. He doesn’t sleep with us and our bed is in the place where he normally gets to hang out. There have been times, like when he’s gotten sick in the middle of the night, where I’ve brought him back to bed with me until he’s sleeping again, but then I go lay him back down in his bed. And that has only happened 2 or 3 times anyway. So, to Bean, our bed is the same as my parent’s bed was to me – something special.
Lately, on the weekends when Bean gets up so early, I have been bringing him into our bedroom to wake up Chris. It’s a nice excuse for me to get back in bed for a little bit and Chris likes cuddling up with Beaner. Sometimes I turn the TV on and Bean watches cartoons while Chris and I snooze and sometimes he gets his morning bottle all cuddled up with Mom and Dad. But usually, he is so excited to have made it into OUR BED that he’s too excited to lay still.
But my favorite part are the giggles. Bean has the best time when he’s in our bed. He thinks everything is hysterical, especially Chris. And we can lay there for forever, just listening to him laugh and babble (no doubt about how we should definitely do this more often…).
Those little sounds just melt my maternal heart. And, of course, seeing Bean all snuggly-like with Chris makes me want to have, like, 10,000 more babies.
But Bean’s gonna have to go back to his own bed before that can happen…